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NIGHTS WORTH LIVING FOR

This is part 1 [There will be a part 2!]

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Warnings/tags : kissing, making-out

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x reader

Imagine this:

It is one of those moments you recollect yourself. Your sins absorb the impression of the night. Bright lights decorate the dance floor. People feeling the need to forget the trouble of life moving their bodys to the rhytm. The drummer hitting his instruments like his life depended on it, losing several ounces of sweat. The brown haired man next to him playing the strings of his guitar with a passion that is worth living for.

The nikotine polluted air lets your eyes burn and your ears hurt from the volume of the music. Despite that you're enjoying it. Probably because of it. Your eyes dart around, watching people have the time of their lives. It provides you with a kind of happy feeling. The serotonin making you feel lightheaded and an exciting feeling spreads in your stomach.

You just returned from the toilet where the with red lipstick smeared mirror had told you to make the most out of this night. You had reapplied your lipstick. Pressing it onto the mirroring surface you wrote a message to the world.

Taking a last look on yourself you closed your hand bag again and stepped out the door, the dump sound of joy turning into a clear baging loud noise again.

The heavy smoke wandered through the room and your eyes scanned the bar, which was perfectly set in scene by the bluish light strips. Your eyes wandered past a blonde and a brunette man, both broad shouldered and they were just taking another shot of tequila. Next to them a beautiful women with wavy hair sat on the stool elegantly, legs crossed. Her lipstick was as red as the dress she wore and it looked like she was born right out of hot fire. The man next to her had a hand on her thigh and was just as handsome. He just ran his fingers selfconciously through his dark hair and pushed another glass, of what seemed like wiskey, to the women which she gratefully grabbed with her red-colored nails.

The couple was followed by three girls laughing and taking selfies. Obviously doing this just to proove the world of the internet what an amazing life they had. Two boys on their left tried to get their attention with asking if they could make a photo. Between them and the next customer there was a free place and without thinking you ran your fingers through your hair and made your way through the cheering crowd.

When you arrived at the bar you sat down and lifted your arm to ask the bartender for a drink.

The (also) handsome man in front of you needed to bend a little towards you. The music was so loud you needed bring your lips close to his ear for him to understand something. He nodded and took a glass out of the shelve, starting to work kn your order. You turned to your left and your mouthwrinkels curled in amusement when you watched the two boys still trying to get the girls group to notice them.

You didn't really know how long you had watched the scene, but when you turned to the bar again you accidentally hit something cold and just like in slowmotion you saw the glass fall, the liquid spilling onto surface and hitting the arm of your right neighbour. Before you could react in any way, a rough hand put your now empty drink upright again and reached for a paper towel. He cleaned his elbow with it and as you lifted your face his blue eyes hit you.

It was as if time stood still for a little moment. The color of his irises was of an ice blue you hadn't seen before. The silver shining hair was lightened by the blue lights of the bar and in combination with the light smirk appearing on his handsome face your brain instantly decided everything he'd do tonight would be an incredible turn on for you.

"Sorry!" you yelled against the loud music in your ears.

He murmured something. You could just lipread a little and came to the conclusion he had said that "It's okay."

He lifted his muscular arm and signed for the bartender to come over. The two man had a silent conversation and you guessed he had just ordered a new drink for you.

"Thank you." You blessed him with a smile of yours.

"You here alone?" You could feel his eyes on your lips, trying to figure out what you had just said. You may or may not have spoken extra quietly, so he needed to bend towards you to understand something. A mix of sawdust and coffee dazed your sins and as you brought your lips to his ear, accidentally stroking against it's shell, you needed a moment to swallow down the sudden knot in your throat before you could say something.

"Did you come alone?"

I asked him, this time more loudly.

To your dissapointment he leaned back again but luckily his scent still lingered in the air. His deep blue eyes sparkled mischievously and his smirk widened. It looked like he needed to think about his answer for a moment but then he leaned forward. This time it was his turn to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine. He had hardly spoken a word yet and you would already do anything for him. What will that lead to? You didn't care, honestly.

His voice was raspy in just the right amount and the double meaning words, that arrived in the dazed instanz that was your brain, sent something hot directly between your legs.

"I usually don't."

You swallowed hard and felt your cheeks heat up.

Oh Y/N. You felt like it was high school again. It was emberassing how he had turned you into a voiceless girly just with three words. Emberassing.

But he certainly looked pleased with the look on your face he catched when he leaned back again, pushing the drink he had ordered you, which the bartender had just placed in front of you, closer to you, signing you to take a sip.

His icy blues didn't let your eyes go when you brought your lips to the glass, taking a sip. Just after a little the liquid burned down your throat. It drove tears in your eyes and he laughed. You caughed a little, putting the glass back on the counter.

Bourbon had never been your thing.

He leaned in again. "Not used to this?"

You shook your head and rushed to take in his addicting scent again. "Bourbon's too much for me."

He grinned lightly, lifting his hands.

"Shame."

You stared at him for a moment when he turned to the counter again. This man was too much for you.

You tucked on his polo shirt lightly. You wanted to ask, but when you opened your mouth nothing came out. Your voice was stolen by his eyes practically looking into your soul. You swallowed again, trying to loosen the knot in your throat.

He turned to you again, enjoying your facial expression with a slight smile. He leaned toward you. But this time not to say something in your ear. He stopped, just inches in feont of your lips. He licked his and seemed to study your face. "Yes, you can."

Your eyebrows expressed your confusion. He chuckled.

"What's your name?"

"Y/N."

He smiled. "I said, yes Y/N. You can kiss me."

You blushed. How could he possibly...? Nevermind. You would take the chance before he changed his mind.

You closed your eyes and just when you wanted to move forward he already pressed his lips to yours. They were softer than you'd have imagined. It was a sweet kiss. He took his time, not forcing you into something and giving you the opportunity to pull away the whole time.

When you pulled away, not because you wanted to but damn, your lungs needed air, his eyes had darkened. He waited for you to make a move this time and you didn't plan on waiting.

Immediatly after your lungs filled with air you connected your lips with his again, eager to taste him. You wanted to get a taste of this man. You wanted to know what he tasted like. He only allowed you a second to explore him, because when you felt the rough skin of his hand gently force your face forward you opened your mouth automatically any he took full advantage of it, instantly dominating your kiss. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily and you couldn't help but moan.

You placed your hand on the back of his neck, feeling his short hair between your fingers. His other hand was now placed on the former empty side of your face, making you surrender entirely to him. He tasted deliciously like Bourbon and coffee and adding the way he took control made the butterflies in your stomach explode. Your heart was pounding so fast you heard it beating to the rhytm of the drums. You ran your heart through his thin silver hair and your heart skipped a beat when you felt him moan into the kiss.

This time he was the first one to pull away. You were both panting. He unexpectedly grabbed your hand thightly and stood up.

"Come with me."

He pulled you through the dancing crowd.

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Shattered Glass Heart

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Fairytale inspo: Cinderella. ( Series)

CW: Teasing, mutual pining, implied sexual activities.

The BAU team walked into the extravagant hall, migrating straight towards the bar. Emily began the chain of grumbling. “ I don’t see why we need another section chief. They all suck, and are going to be just as bad as Barnes.” Emily paid for the groups drinks as you silently slid four glasses towards the group of strangers.

Turning around to rinse out a glass, someone caught your attention. The man froze when you turned around. His lips were slightly parted before he shook it off. “ Sorry, Excuse me, can I have a glass of whiskey please?” It was the man tagging along with the same group. He looked to be about the oldest, fluffy brunette hair, imposing height, and toned arms flexed in a dark suit jacket. “ Yeah give me a second.”

He turned back to the complaining brunette from earlier, who’s name you had picked up as Emily, resuming the conversation. “ Well if you guys continue to act like children, maybe they’ll quit anyway. I think we’re fine as a dependent team, I’d prefer no section chief either.” You eavesdropped carefully, with your head tucked down towards your chest as you refilled drinks.

“ Come on Hotch It’s an FBI gala, you have to dance, not just drink and gripe about work. If it were up to you you’d have probably brought a case report with you.” She hopped off her stool, grabbing the hand of the blond next to her. She ignored him as he made up excuses about not having a partner.

You found her in front of you, arms crossed on the counter with a bright smile. “ Hi! Do you see that grumpy yet hopefully attractive man over there? He’s being a slight asshole because he gets flustered by you, since he’s a little shy, I’m over here asking, but will you just dance for one song with him?” She pleaded with a cheery voice.

“ Yeah of course, I’m off in five minutes anyway.”

Pushing herself up off the counter, she peered over at your outfit. “ Wow, you’re pretty. I call credit if he likes you.” She winked, sauntering away.

Slipping into the heels by your feet, left under the counter, you slipped past the swinging gate, heading towards the man awkwardly waiting for you.

He should of picked up those subtle hints that night, in the first five minutes. The fact that you were dressed formally behind a bar, the curious glances from others throughout the night, but something made him forget to even ask your name. He was a superior profiler, but Aaron Hotchner was incredibly distracted that night, you must have caught him off guard.

Your royal blue dress matched the tie he was twirling between his fingers as you approached. With no words he held out a hand with a tentative smile. “ So, let’s hope I’m more interesting than a case report.”

His confidence faltered. “ You heard that?” You chuckled brushing it off, but he was determined to redeem his reputation in your eyes. One hand flexed against your lower back, the other guided your own arms so they were draped over his shoulders. “ What brought you here?” He mumbled in your ear as he started in a gentle spin.

“ Well originally my plan was to drown out thoughts of an ex with tequila…” The gravity of the spin left your body flushed up against him, but he didn’t adjust, softly replying in your ear.

“ We’ll I think I can do you one better tonight.”

“ Mm really?”

Your world was flipped upside down, feeling an evident spark, where Aaron’s hand was lingering when he dipped you. He smiled at your shocked gasp, running his hands through the hair stuck to your face from the quick motion.

Everyone else shuffled around when the song ended, but a tense moment of silence remained between the two of you. Sharply It’s was interrupted by your phone buzzing with an alarm for 11:30. “ Shit, I have to go-”

Aaron looked shock. “ Go where? Wait! I never got a name.”

You smirked over your shoulder. “ You’re a profiler agent Hotchner, we’ll then profile me.” Hiking up the fabric around your ankles, you ran out heading towards the maze of hallways hidden behind the commotion.

Hotch’s fists clenched at his side out of anger and anticipation. He should have paid more attention to profiling you than, well you. He had little to work with. Female in the bureau, either new or worked on a separate floor. Commanding demeanor eliminated security, intern floor, and probably trauma recovery…” Wait you were near his teams table, that meant his floor. There’s no way he could have missed you before, right?

At 11:59 you heard a slightly frantic voice before the door cracked open. He started rambling before you could turn around in your office chair. “ Y/n, Barnes, step-daughter of Linda Barnes, and future Section Chief.” He mumbled the last phrase, remembering his harsh criticism earlier.

“ Correct, though instead of corruption of law enforcement I worked my ass off for this position, outranking every male in my class. So next time you make assumptions, Agent Hotchner, I’d prefer it be about the way I could have had you on your knees without my position earlier if I wanted to. And for your information I am nothing like my mother. I was behind the bar expecting someone like you to pull something like you did. And I had to leave because I’m being announced as the new section chief in thirty seconds.”

“ Sorry, I was wrong, though I wouldn’t mind seeing you on your knees.” Something about the audacity about his confidence made your heart flutter. Wrapping his tie around your fingers you pulled him forward. “ We’ll then, my office in ten. Let’s put your authority skills to good use.” You winked watching his jaw drop as you grabbed a microphone off your desk, leaving him there speechless.

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😭😭😭aaron considering contacting garcia to hack ur phone ahajskskdnfvmksbd

so you guys plan a sweet little date on one of the nights your boys were invited to a sleepover. aaron, of course, hasn't told any of the team about you, but they're suspecting he's seeing someone because he's been a bit more lax and he actually leaves the office when everyone else does!!!!!!!! hell, sometimes he leaves *earlier* than the team!!!! but they dont have any confirmation, until!!!!! rossi asks the team to all get dinner together and they all agree until aaron gets asked and he says "no sorry jack invited a friend over for a sleepover" and he leaves for home. he drops jack off at the house and gets back home to wait for you. when you show up, he's grinning and giving you a nice big smooch because he thinks you look so beautiful :') and you guys make it to the place and are waiting to be seated. aaron is so distracted with you, he doesnt see the group of people staring holes into him. because apparentally!!!! they ended up at the same place!!!! and garcia almost shouted her hello's until jj pulled her back to sit down because "he's got a woman with him, i thinl he's on a date" and rossi tells them not to be obvious but its no use because derek is pushing spencer to be able to see and emily is considering getting up to get more ketchup to see more closely what's going on and penelope is squealing because "awww!!! he looks so happy🥺🥺.. eeee!!! they're kissing!!!!! awww🥺🥺" and rossi is just 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️ all the while you and aaron are having a sweet giggly date and talk about your sons and anything in general and sharing sweet sundae kisses over your desert🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

hehehehe he was nervous!!!! and he knew penny would be able to help him!!! luckily he didn’t have to akshskshsjsha

he dresses up so nice in the color button down that he knows is your favorite and he puts some cologne on and he’s just so so excited for a cute lil date with you :( when you get there you’re all dressy dressy too because he told you the place was nice but when he doesn’t say anything for a moment when you first get to his house and he’s just looking at you you get nervous that you’re overdressed or underdressed or something!!! but then he swallows all nervously and says you look beautiful and he has these cute little rosy blushy cheeks hehe :( at the restaurant there’s a big table of people and you hope they won’t be obnoxious and ruin the ambiance of your date :( akshskshsjs but you have nothing to worry about!! because they’re sitting there basically shocked silent as they watch their very stoic boss feed you spoonfuls of ice cream with a huge grin on your face and then give you a sweet sticky kiss that lingers 😩 it’s the most perfect date you’ve ever had, you get to smooth your hand over his cheek like you’ve wanted to the whole time you’ve known him and you’ve scooted your chairs so close together so you don’t have to talk too loud and so you can practically be curled up together :( and you just!!! feel so wonderful!! being in the company of a man who’s so perfectly suited to you that you just click with, it’s doesn’t even feel like a first date because you’re just so well suited it feels like you’ve been together forever and penelope garcia knows a great love and a passionate romance when she’s sees one, so she leans over to jj and says “that’s the one” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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NCIS: Gibbs - Little Brothers

NCIS Imagine: Little Brothers Word Count: 1211 Fandom: NCIS Pairing: Gibbs x Reader Rating: Teen Characters: Gibbs, Tobias Fornell, Diane Sterling, Timothy McGee Gif: Not Mine Prompt: Could you do one where Y/n is Fornells 1 year older sister and in a relationship with Gibbs, but nobody knows so one day neither Gibbs nor Y/n answer their phones and the team as well as Fornell get worried so they go to Gibbs' house first to check there, but find reader and Gibbs, (naked) cuddled up Together and being all snuggly and cute couple and they're totally shocked and Fornell is just like standing there and "Hoky fourth of July weenie roast, what the hell am I looking at?😠"

😅But only if it isn't an inconvenience!

The snow crunching under your boots is the loudest sound you hear at this time of the night. Granted, you don’t expect anyone to be awake at 03H30 on a snowy winter night, but you never know with all the nosy Nellies on this street. On a normal night, you would spend a few minutes appreciating the falling snowflakes and the chill wind that stings your lungs when you breathe in. But tonight, there are more pressing things for you to attend to.

With this in mind, you walk up the pathway and onto the porch leading to the front door. The porch light helps you find your way up the two small steps. You expect one light inside the house to be on, but the place is shrouded in darkness, something you’re not used to. Even when Gibbs to his basement, he leaves the entrance light on, and this unusual behaviour just confirms your decision to return was the right one.

Turning the door handle, you’re at least relieved to find that it’s unlocked, and you enter the house as quietly as you can. You place your bag on the floor, making sure its out of the way before stepping further into the living room. The embers of the fire are slowly dying out and you note the plate still with an untouched piece of steak and what looks like a salad, and a bottle of beer, three quarters full, which has long sweated off. You’re thankful all your nagging about using coasters has paid off, saving the wood coffee table from staining. The man in question, however, is notably absent from the lounge. You’d half expected him to be watching tv or even asleep on the couch but he’s doing neither of those things.

Your next guess as to where Gibbs would be, is the basement, but there’s no light coming up from that direction. Without thinking about it, you walk up the stairs leading to the bedrooms and surprisingly one Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs has fallen asleep on his bed. Well, he’d at least had the forethought of swapping his work clothes for a more comfortable set of ‘home clothes’ as you liked to call it. Track pants and a hoodie.

When you’d gotten the call that Gibbs wasn’t dealing well his current case, you’d thought McGee had been overreacting. In your defence, McGee called you every time Gibbs had the flu and so you didn’t think much of it. However, when Diane, had called you knew you’d be taking the next flight home. You step into the bedroom and take off your shoes. You don’t bother removing anything else when you see how restless Gibbs’ sleep is.

You do the only thing you think might help, you lay down behind him, your chest pressing against his back and you band your hands around his shoulders, meeting at his chest. He stills at your touch, only for a minute and relaxes into your hold.

“Who blabbed?”

“Well hello to you too,” you whisper.

“You didn’t need to leave your conference to check on me,” he grouses though his hand grasping yours tells you differently.

“It’s late, we can talk about this in the morning,” you assure him, squeezing his hands as you kiss his temple.

Gibbs, however, has other ideas and he turns to face you before pulling your mouth to his in a long languid kiss. It’s not long before you’re both caught up in each other…

You’re almost asleep when you remember to turn off your phone. You want to sleep in tomorrow. Not too late, but you really don’t want your alarm to go off at the butt-crack of dawn. You decide to silence Gibbs’ phone as well, keeping in mind his rule about never being unreachable.

The sound of whispering is what wakes you and the gentle squeeze Gibbs gives you alerts you to the fact that he’s awake as well. You don’t want to open your eyes; but the voices are in no hurry to quiet down or even leave. And so, reluctantly, you open your eyes.

Your surprise at the three people crowding the bed is an understatement. You’re thankful you had the common sense to put one of Gibbs’ T-shirts on after your early morning shenanigans with the man.

“Is there a reason you’re in my bedroom?” you ask them, and while McGee looks partly horrified and partly guilty, Diane Sterling’s expression shows neither guilt nor surprise.

“We tried calling Gibbs, but no one was answering, and it wasn’t off. We wanted to check up on him. Then we tried calling you to see if you’d heard from him, since we hadn’t, but your phone was completely off and so we got worried,” the words rush out McGee’s mouth.

Tobias Fornell, however, looks as though he’s about to pop a vein somewhere in his body. His face has already changed three shades of red.

You’re sooo thankful DiNozzo isn’t present.

“Holy Fourth of July Weenie Roast,” are the first words that tumble out his mouth and you really have to restrain yourself from laughing. “What the hell am I looking at?” he continues and you have to credit him with trying to keep himself from imploding. It’s not every day he finds his sister in bed with his best friend.

“Please tell me it’s not what it looks like,” Tobias pleads.

“Sorry little brother… it’s exactly what it looks like,” Gibbs replies. He doesn’t sound apologetic at all.

“And besides, if we say that, it would be lying to a Federal Agent,” you continue.

McGee has enough self-preservation to leave the room, though you see him pulling his phone out of his pocket, to no doubt, Agents DiNozzo and Bishop about their boss.

“Did you know about this?” Tobias asks Diane. She shakes her head indicating she had no idea.

“I introduced them to each other a while back. What I wasn’t aware of, was they hit it off and had started seeing each other,” Diane admits.

“How long ago?” Tobias enquires.

“About five years… give or take.” Diane shrugs her shoulders.

“And you didn’t think to ask me first? She’s my older sister, Diane!” Tobias yells and it’s the last straw for you.

“Hey, both of you, OUT NOW!” you shout and both Diane and Tobias turn to you. The comforter is still wrapped around your waist, hiding Gibbs’ hand resting on your upper thigh.

Tobias looks as though he wants to say something but a glare from you silences him and he stalks out the room, followed by a laughing Diane, who shuts the door behind her.

“You enjoyed that,” you turn to Gibbs who simply smiles at you.

“Not as much as I’m going to enjoy you…” he whispers in your ear as he runs his fingers even higher up your thigh.

“You do realise, my younger brother is out there.”

“They’ve checked up on me. And if Fornell decides to walk in, he’s the one going to be scarred for the rest of his very, very short life,” Gibbs replies, pulling you to him in a heated kiss.

You have a response to that, but it doesn’t matter right now. You have better things to do…

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Office Surprises

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Summary: After a very long business trip you finally get to see your beautiful dragon.

A/N: Well well well, we meet again. Honestly, this wouldn't be a thing if it wasn't for the anon on my tellonym who gave me this idea and talked about Miranda with me. This is for you, you wonderful human being 😊

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You sighed as your plane finally landed.

Home sweet home.

It's been 2 years since you've been in New York; 2 years since you've held the love of your life and her little twin terrors.

It wasn't supposed to take this long. You thought the managers of your company branch in L.A. were actually competent. However, starting a new branch of a new company did have some issues, especially if that branch was on the other side of the Country.

When you first told Miranda about your trip she understood completely and encouraged you to build your ever growing empire. When you told her that it would take at least a year to solve issues you could see a flash of fear pass over her features. You knew of her worries about losing you and you were quick to reassure her that you would do everything in your power to come back home to her as quickly as possible. With the three hour time difference, you two planned out a calling schedule where you would video call each other at least twice a day.

The year of video calls turned into two years. You could slowly see and hear Miranda getting exhausted by the distance between you two. You heard from Nigel that Miranda was more fiery at work and that she fired at least five people the day you told her that you might need to be away for another year. Through catching up with Nigel, you interrupted him and told him of your plans of coming home. "Are you really? It's not nice to tease a dying man here Y/n/n."

You chuckled as you shook your head, "Yes Nige I'm actually coming home. I was actually planning on surprising our lovely Editor."

"Trust me, she was surprised when she knew she wanted to court me. She'll be happy about this surprise."

"Surprise? You know Miranda doesn't do surprises Y/n/n."

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Roy had dropped you off in front of the Elias-Clarke building after promising you to take your luggage home and come right back.

Not so subtly you panned the area around you as you knew that you didn't want to be seen by your dragon. After determining that the coast was clear, you promptly made your way into Miranda's outer office.

You couldn't help but smile as you took in the building looming over you. Your Miranda was in there. You were so close.

Bidding the security guards a good afternoon, you made your way into your own elevator and checked the time on your phone. Nigel said that Miranda would be in a meeting until 1 and it was 12:55. Beforehand you had Nigel to slip you in on Miranda's schedule as a very generous donator who needed to speak to the Editor.

As you came off of the elevator you could feel the butterflies in your stomach start zooming around. You couldn't help but feel giddy knowing that you'll see the love of your life in a few minutes. It's been 2 years. 2 of them.

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"That's all."

The white-haired editor picked up The Book and exited the conference room.

These past two years without her Y/n have been testing her patience even more so than usual but she couldn't help it. Y/n was her rock. Y/n would be there to hold her after a trying day at the office, to cook dinner for her, to keep her company as she went over The Book, to cuddle with her as they fell asleep. Although, at the end of the day, she understood that sacrifices needed to be made in order to climb the business ladder as she did so many years ago. She just couldn't help but miss her other half.

She kept a brisk pace as she walked down the halls. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see her employees avoiding her line of vision and scurry off to do whatever task they've been slacking on, scared to think that they'd be the next one in line to be unemployed.

As Nigel was on Miranda's tail, the editor was warning him about the mistakes made in The Book from the night before as well as Jocelyn's lack of readiness for the past two run-throughs and although Miranda couldn't see him, he nodded dutifully and responded in the usual 'Yes Miranda' or 'Of course Miranda'

Just as they reached the threshold of Miranda's outer office, Nigel stopped abruptly as he almost bumped into his boss. Miranda, however, was as still as a rock.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

How?

Why?

Is she dreaming?

Was Y/n really here?

Andy was just telling you that Miranda would be here shortly before you heard heels stop at the entrance to the outer office. Both you and Andrea turned to see a wide eyed editor and an amused Nigel.

"Miranda your one o'clock is here," you smiled cheekily and that seemed to break Miranda's trance.

"Darling..." Miranda whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Before you could blink, Miranda was in your arms and brought you into a bruising kiss. Miranda used both of her hands to grip the back of your neck as she tried to pull you impossibly closer. You sighed into the kiss as the editor let out an almost inaudible whimper. Even after you two parted for air Miranda kept giving you small pecks before she hugged you fully, her head buried in your shoulder.

Unknown to the two of you, both Emily and Andy watched the scene with shock. Emily choked on air, gaping like a fish while Andy just looked on with wide eyes. They didn't know what to do. They wanted to look away but if they did, they wouldn't believe what was happening but even with looking at the couple they still couldn't believe their eyes.

Miranda Priestly kissed and held her lover in the Runway offices in front of other people.

Nigel shook his head in amusement at the two assistants. Miranda and you weren't out publicly yet so of course the two assistants were malfunctioning at the editor being so loving and open. Honestly, being in the fashion industry, having a gay editor-in-chief shouldn't be all that surprising.

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An Ultimatum

David Rossi x Fem!Reader / Part One

Chapter rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Crime Scenes, Mentions of Violence, Sexy time! (DM me if I missed any)

Word Count: 1,871

Description: During a particularly dark case, you try to comfort Rossi at the hotel, but he ends up comforting you (and much, much, more...)

David Rossi X Fem! Reader

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Studying case files of a particularly disturbing series of killings. Four children, aged 10-13, beaten, starved, and missing their tongues.

You were the newest member of the BAU team; this was only your sixth case so far. You gave the profile earlier that evening.

“A white male in his early 30s. He was most likely severely abused as a child. We believed he was often silenced, not allowed to speak, which the cutting of the tongues represented.”

That was about 4 hours ago. The time was almost 21:00; and you sat at the small table in the corner of your hotel room. Trying to quiet your sighs of discontent so the sound wouldn't leak through the thin shared walls, into Rossi’s room. He’s always been the father figure of the group, but you couldn’t help confusing his kindness and support with something more than a platonic, work relationship.

‘Our team is like a family, I can’t have romantic feelings towards someone like Rossi. Right?’

I was stressed, exhausted, and overall in a real lousy mood. I went to make some of the complimentary sleepy time tea they held in the lobby, but as I walked past Dave’s door I heard a heavy sigh and an annoyed groan. I figured maybe he could use some coffee. I made a mental note to make him some decaf.

‘I know he doesn’t typically drink decaf, but he needs his rest, too.’

I made it to the lobby and stirred our drinks.

‘He likes it black right?’ I grabbed a packet of sugar and a packet of creamer just in case.

I made my way back to our floor and gently knocked on the - equally exhausted - agents door.

“Uh, hey, Rossi?” I semi-whispered.

I heard a gruff, ‘Mmm’ and shuffling. Then after a few seconds, the sound of a lock turning, a chain falling, and thus the door slowly slid open.

“Is there something you need, agent?” He addressed me.

“I brought coffee.” I shrugged my shoulders, trying to to spill the freshly brewed drinks.

He gestures inside, a wordless invitation you happily took - a bit too happily at that, especially considering the circumstances.

He sat back in the small desk chair. You could see the files and crime scene photos carelessly tucked away in their folder. You followed him and handed him his coffee.

“It’s decaf. I know you don’t typically drink it, but you need your sleep just as much as the rest of us.” His eyebrows raised and you set the packet of sugar and creamer on the corner of the table. Rubbing your face with your free hand, you sighed heavily. “I’ll take my leave now.” Striding towards the door, nearly a yard away, he called to you.

“Wait.”

You turned and approached the bed, seeing as it was the only place left to sit in the tiny hotel room.

“Yes?” Quirking an eyebrow, you lowered yourself on the very edge of the mattress; one small scoot forward and you’d fall right off. The gesture of it, the close proximity, and the fact that you were alone in a quiet room with the man you had very real romantic feelings towards. feelings that were probably forbidden in our team and ones that you have tried so ruthlessly to push down. Made the whole thing feel all-too intimate.

He studied you. A look of concern(?) in his eyes. Not the concern of the murdered boys, but rather as if he was concerned about me? About us?

As what felt like an eternity passed, he finally spoke.

“Do you feel this?” He soft spoken for one of, if not the, first time since you met him.

“Hm? I don’t think I follow?” You gulped.

“This,” he gestured between the both of you, “us. This feeling of sexual tension that fills the room whenever we’re together. I can’t be the only one.” He stated the last part matter-of-factly.

“I mean, of course I do, but romantic relationships between coworkers aren’t allowed in the BAU.” You looked at your cup of tea in your lap as if it seemingly became very interesting.

“I know, I know!” Gripping his hair, then shaking his head slightly. “I’ve made so many mistakes with women, but this feels different, special!” He moved his hands from his hair and placed one on my knee. “But I really want to take this chance with you.”

“How do you suppose we proceed? I just got this job and I’m not willing to let it go just yet.”

“Let me have you for one night. If nothing comes of it, we can forget about it and it’ll be our little secret. No one knows, no risk to our jobs.” You nod and he continued, “if it does turn into something, well, I wouldn’t mind going back into retirement, books aren’t going to write themselves. I know I won’t go crazy if you’ll be around.”

“Deal.”

He approached you cautiously, as if you were a lonely fawn in a quiet forest that he could scare away with the crack of a branch under his foot.

Grabbing the rim of your paper cup, he moved it out of the way and gently pushed you onto your back. You bit your lip as he undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

When he finished he started toying with your blouse. You lift your back off the mattress to help him pull it up over your head. You leaned forward onto his chest and he undid your bra clasp with experienced ease. Laying down once more, you started to pull the fabric from your breast, but he stopped you. His hand on yours, he locked you with you.

“You're sure you're fine with this?” His husky voice broke the intimate silence.

You nodded, “yes, I’m sure.”

He moved his hand and started working on unbuttoning your pants as you tossed your bra aside. You lifted your legs to help him as he revealed your silk panties adorned with your slick.

“Damn.” He mumbled to himself then spoke louder, “you’re already so wet.” His hardening dick pulsed in his pants.

He rubbed two fingers over your underwear, gathering the bits of your juices that were pooling through the fabric. You gasped and your pelvis, almost instinctively, moved up to try and keep the contact as he pulled away.

“Uh-uh little one. Patience is a virtue,” he wagged one of his soaked fingers in front of your face, the gloss shined in the dim lighting.

He breathed against your neck. Chills flew down your spine and goosebumps littered your arms. His facial hair gently prickled your collar bone as he sucked on the tender flesh. The sloppy kisses traveled down your sternum and his left hand reached up, trapping your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The contact made you grip the bed sheets. Your back arching to the ceiling, making him smirk against your skin.

“Fuck, bella, how are you so sensitive?”

“I-“ you went to respond but his lips reached the top of your waist band. He started pulling them down and you shuddered.

‘It’s gotta have been 3 years since I’ve last been touched like this.’ You went ahead and answered the question to yourself instead.

“W-wait.” You stuttered and his hand immediately stopped. “Your-your clothes.” Like he instantly understood what you meant, shrugged his buttoned down shirt off, and started unbuckling his belt. You sat up and reached for his pants. Moving his hands away, you finished taking them off for him. He was left in his boxer briefs.

“Better, bella?” He smirked and slid his hand down your stomach, and dipped into the sloppy mess that was your panties and circled your clit a few times. You widened the width of your thighs as you leaned forward onto his chest, melting into him and barely staying upright on the end of the bed where you perched. He pushed his middle finger into you and curved it up in the most delicious way.

“Oh, fuck!” You moaned embarrassingly loudly. It was only one finger, but you’ve been waiting for this, for him, for so long.

He pulled his finger out, making you whimper. He quickly put it to your lips.

“Shhh, the walls are thin. You wouldn’t want the others to hear you, now do you?” He spoke seductively, making your pussy throb.

He pushed you back onto the mattress once more. He pulled down your underwear then he followed by doing the same to his. He groaned as his cock sprang free of its previous confines. The tip oozed precum.

He hooked your legs over his shoulders and peppered kisses along your jaw. He moved his shaft along your slit, soaking it so it would slip into you with relative ease.

His mouth pulled away from its place below your earlobe.

“Are you ready?”

You responded with an eager nod and a quiet ‘mhmmm’.

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in. He was almost half way before you softly nudged his shoulder.

“W-wait… stop.. won’t fit..!” You spoke between labored breaths as the ache of him splitting you open reached its peak.

“Shhh, bella.” He cooed. “It will, just-“ he paused as he felt your walls flutter around him, “just hold on a bit longer.”

He waited for you to nod, or give some indication that you were ready to continue. Once he received one, he filled you fully. Sheathing himself in you like a sword to its hilt. As soon as he bottomed out you could feel the pain subside to intense pleasure.

You bit your lip to suppress your moan and squeaked, “Feel-Feels g-goo- oh!” He interrupted you with a buck of his hips. He roughly hit your cervix and the pressure made your breath hitch in your chest.

“See..?” He grunted, “p-perfect fit.” He ground his teeth as he started to slam into you faster, hitting that soft spot over and over at a heavenly pace.

You whined from the lack of friction on your clit, so you reached your hand down, but right before you could relieve some of that beautiful discomfort, he grabbed your hand.

“No, let me.. take care of you..” he moved his right hand from beside your head to your swollen bundle of nerves, and his left hand held your hip. He swirled his finger around it, stopping every few times to push on your bud. You nibbled on your hand to keep the noises muffled, and you felt that familiar clench in your lower abdomen.

“F-fuck.. nnngh.. cl-close.” You gasped out, reaching your climax. You could feel his thrusts quicken, yet become sloppy as you clenched around his thickness.

You moaned in unison and he pulled out. His white ropes of hot come spewed on your belly and chest.

He stroked your hair until your body stopped its spasms from the orgasm, and as soon as he laid down next to you, a knock ripped through the silence.

“There was a hit on the Amber Alert, be ready in 15!” Hotch yelled through the door.

Rossi and you groaned then proceeded to begrudgingly clean yourselves up.

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(A/N: Now a miniseries!!)

Masterlist

Part Two>>

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63 and 64

63- Do you prefer nuggets from McDonald's or Wendy's?

•McDonald's a 100% McDonald's

64- Favourite dipping sauce

•Sweet chili is and will stay my baby🛐

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Send me a letter to my inbox

A- are you single? B- birthday? C- crush? D- did u get ur first kiss? E- easiest person to talk to? F- favorite song? G- good at? H- hair color? I- in love? J- jealous of? K- known as? L- longest relationship? M- middle name? N- number? O- one wish? P- person last texted? Q- question always asked? R- reason to smile? S- song last listened to T- time you woke up? U- 3 biggest wishes? V- violent moment? W- worst fear? X- ex you still liked after it was ended? Y- your last hug? Z- zodiac sign?

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Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

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Do you write for female characters from movies like Ocean's 8 or something?

Yeah, I actually just watched this movie and I am very intruged by it so if you have any ideas; feel free to send them to me;)

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For the unusual asks; 15, 86

15 - favorit snapchat filter

~ Empire World from DNB

86 - Phone background?

Home screen;

Lock screen;

Feel free to send some more asks😊

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M and S for the letter game:)

M -Middle Name?

• It's Marie

S -Song last listened to?

• The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

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fuck of desitel

i've been trying to think of a response to this for the last 5 minutes but i cant stop saying "fuck of desitel" silently to myself

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7 Minutes in Hell - Part 4

summary: honestly just hotch being the perfect man

pairing: fem!reader x lawschool!hotch

warnings: 18+, smut, so much fucking fluff your teeth may rot

AN: happy (belated) birthday @hotforhotchner11! im sorry this is late, but i wanted it to be perfect and live up to your expectations. thanks for always making me extend this story, i love these two so much and they deserve this ending. i hope you love it as much as i love you! and thank you to @ssahotchie for helping me brainstorm and for being the best beta 🥰

word count: 3.5k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | masterlist

Things between you and Aaron were better, on the mend. After what happened with Cat and the short separation both of you knew that there was no way to live without the other. Giving up and not moving forward wasn't an option; you love each other too much for that.

That doesn’t mean that you still don’t face guilt or have your days where you question whether or not he wants to be with you. You’ve beat yourself up time and time again, been up all hours of the night with anxiety because of your mistake.

Aaron has been nothing short of supportive, always reassuring you and holding you close. The months pass quickly and before you know it you’ve graduated with your degree and have gotten a job in D.C. Aaron’s still in law school, classes and school keep him practically booked. While the two of you aren’t ships passing in the night, you see him less than you anticipate. Though there’s a newfound trust and you feel closer to him than ever, sometimes you wonder if you really did miss your chance at marrying him. It would come eventually, you know logically that it will, but it’s been a little over 10 months at this point. You know you have no right to rush him, you were more than willing to go at his pace, but you can’t help but feel like if not now…when?

Its a slow Friday afternoon, the grey November sky full of clouds. You’re typing away on your laptop, a pair of blue light glasses sitting on your face, though you’re skeptical that they even help. Your phone starts ringing and you glance down at it, hoping it’s Aaron.

It’s Cat, not that you’re disappointed.

“Hey, what’s up?” You hold the phone between your cheek and shoulder, continuing to work.

“I’m outside.” She sings into the phone, making you grimace at how loud she is.

“And I’m inside.” You sing back cheekily.

She kisses her teeth and you can almost hear her eyes rolling in her head.“Stop being a smartass and go look in the guest room, there’s a bag in there you need to grab and then come get in the car.”

“I’m still on the clock technically. You know some of us work normal hours.”

“You deserve some time off, and Aaron’s going out with the boys anyway. You can do your spreadsheets from the car, chop chop, let's go. And don’t look in the bag.”

You’ve learned as your friendship developed with Cat that there’s no use in arguing with her. She is everything Aaron described her as and more, and she’s become one of your closest friends. You agree, hanging up on her and grabbing the bag before you make your way out to the car. The two of you stop for coffee and pastries before getting on the road. She’s been driving for almost two hours now when you finish the last of your work for the weekend. You close your laptop and kick your feet up on the dash.

“So how long have you been planning this? Did he help?”

She makes a sound of protest in the back of her throat, shaking her head with a wide grin. “I’m not at liberty to discuss the details of our surprise weekend away, as it is just that; a surprise.”

“I hate surprises.” You groan, throwing your head back against the seat.

“Relax, its a good one.” She reaches over to pat your thigh.

“I hate those too.” You grumble, crossing your arms as you look out the window. You’re being unreasonable and you know it, but you really did hate surprises.

“See and this is why Aaron and I are always trying to loosen you up. You and Macey have got to chill every once and a while.”

“Says the two people in law school who work the craziest hours of all of us.”

“And yet we still get more play time than either of you!”

You can’t argue with her there.

It’s started to snow by the time she pulls onto a winding drive. The pine trees that line it are full and huge, towering over the car. When you step out of the car you raise your face to the sky, letting the snow dust your face. The cold air and the smell of pine trees is soothing, and you feel your anxieties about work and life in general melt away.

The lights of the cabin are already on when the two of you walk in. You think nothing of it, assuming that the owners leave them on for guests. Its a cozy cabin, full of deep wood, and stone, all of the plush furniture covered with fluffy blankets. Its the perfect place to spend a winter evening, especially since there’s a gorgeous stone fireplace in front of the large sectional. You drop your bags at the door and start down a hallway, taking in your surroundings when you hear some commotion.

You frown as you continue down the hall, slowing your movements as you turn the corner. “Cat, is someone else-“

Aaron is standing in the kitchen that’s marble and white and deep green. He’s pouring himself a glass of wine while popping a small block of cheese in his mouth. His eyes light up, a smile spreading across his face as soon as he sees you. “Hey baby, you made it.”

You look between him and Cat, who’s come to lean up against the doorframe behind you. “Can someone tell me what’s happening?”

“You’ve been stressed since you started working and taking a few classes towards your masters’ and so being the romantic boy,”

“Man.” He interrupts Cat, feigning offense as he places his hand over his heart.

She rolls her eyes at him and continues. “Being the romantic boy he is, he wanted to do something nice for you. And we all know you would object if he told you so this is how we managed.”

“I wouldn’t have objected.”

Aaron gives you a pointed look. “Sweetheart, we all know who you are.”

“I wouldn’t have!” You protest, looking back at Cat for support but she shakes her head with a smirk on her face.

Aaron comes around the island, takes your face into his hands and places a flurry of kisses over every inch of your face. “Shhh, no arguing, we’re here to relax.”

“Well that’s my cue to head out.” Cat says loudly, covering her eyes.

“You’re not staying?”

“As much as I love third wheeling with you two, this is strictly a romantic get away. We’ll hang out when you get back.” She pulls you out of Aaron’s hold and into a tight hug, one you readily return.

“Thanks for bringing her Kitty Cat.”

“One day I’ll kill you for calling me that.”

He winks, the smug grin on his face widening. “Bring it baby.”

For a moment all you can do is stare at him, drink in the sight of him being playful and so incredibly handsome.

“Bye Y/n/n.” Cat’s voice pulls you out of the trance.

“Bye Cat, thank you.”

She waves you off as she starts down the hall. “It’s my pleasure, honey.”

“Let us know when you make it home!”

“Will do loser!” She waves before locking the door from the inside and slamming it shut behind her.

He reaches for you as soon as the door is completely closed, pulling you in for a kiss that steals away every coherent thought and ounce of oxygen in your lungs.

“Hi.” He smiles against your lips.

“Hi, yourself, sneaky boy.” You plant a peck on the tip of his nose and he rolls his eyes.

“You and Cat calling me that to wound me?”

“You don’t think it’s endearing? Me calling you my good boy?”

He throws his head back in laughter, releasing all but your hand and pulling you back into the kitchen. “I think you have a one track mind and there’s still dinner to be taken care of.”

“Do I get to know what’s for dinner?” You lean against the counter.

“No, it’s a surprise.”

“Aaron.” You whine.

“Your job is to go take a long shower and put on the really pretty dress I got for my really pretty girl.” His kisses down your neck before pulling away, knowing that if he continues dinner will be pushed to the wayside. You look at him with reluctance, and he kisses you again. “I know you’re not about dressing up, but I want to do something nice for you. Please? I’m dressing up too.”

“You know I can’t resist you when you pout like, this is no fair.”

“The pout hasn’t failed me yet.”

“Yeah I know, it’s how I ended up at that stupid party.” You grumble though you’re trying really hard not to laugh.

“The stupid party that got you an orgasm and a boyfriend if I remember correctly.”

“Shut up.” You push him away playfully, he never lets go a week without bringing up that night in the closet.

“Go. Get. Ready. It’ll be ready in an hour so take your time sweetheart.”

“I love you Aaron.”

“I know baby, I love you too.”

According to his wishes you take your time getting ready. There’s a large oval bathtub and a separate shower. You set a timer for 20 minutes as you turn on the water. It fills quickly and you’re submerged in hot, bubbly lavender scented water that makes you feel pampered. You don’t even realize that you doze off until the timer goes off, and you hop out, scrub yourself in a short and efficient shower. Once you’re out and dry you slather yourself in shea butter and pull out the dress that he’s packed for you. It’s a dark green with a deep v-neck and stops at your knees. You finish getting ready in a rush after noticing how quickly time has passed. You fix your hair, apply some simple makeup before giving yourself one last once over in the mirror.

When you come downstairs the smell of tomatoes, asil, and fresh baked bread fills your nostrils. He’s gone all out, somehow he’s managed to change into a button down that matches the color of your dress and a pair of black slacks. You watch him quietly from the door frame as he plates the pasta, blowing a piece of hair that keeps flopping into his face out of the way.

“Smells good.”

He looks up at you, his eyes roaming your body as his tongue runs over his bottom lip. “Looks good.”

“So do you.” You walk further into the kitchen, taking it upon yourself to grab the plates and utensil sitting on the island and set the table.

Having dinner together like this has become a treat, Aaron’s more often than not handling something for work or studying for pop quizzes or exams during dinner. To have his undivided attention, no law textbooks and notebooks scattered around the food on the table is something you’re savoring. As you eat, talking easily about work and how his internship is going, you’re filled with a sense of gratitude and perspective. So what if he hadn’t proposed yet. It didn’t matter when you got to see him like this. There’s nothing that makes you happier than seeing how his eyes light up when he talks about law. It's endearing, and a little sexy; you always find yourself ready to jump his bones after he goes on a rant.

“Thank you for doing this for me baby, I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve everything you want and need, and more. I’m just happy that I get to be the one to give it to you.”

His words are enough for you to abandon the last bit of wine in your glass as you slide into his lap, your mouth finding his. His hands travel down your body, pushing up the end of your dress so that his fingers brush your thighs. You rock your core against him, feeling him get hard through his pants. It doesn’t take much for you to become inpatient, and you break the kiss just long enough to pull your dress over your head before depositing it on the floor. His hands cup your face as you start on the buttons of his shirt. Your kisses become more shallow and frantic as your hands fall to this belt. You fumble with it for a moment before his hands push yours away and make quick work of the belt and this fly. He stands then, wrapping your thighs around his waist. His pants fall to the ground and he steps out of them before making his way through the cabin to the bedroom.

He gets you both out of your underwear and the kisses you thoroughly, caressing every inch of your body slowly with his hands. It’s possibly the most intimate sex has every felt which the way his hands trace you and the way his eyes hold you when he pulls back for a moment.

“What baby?” You tilt your head, cupping his cheek before you push a hand through his hair.

He’s speechless, just shakes his head with the ghost of a smile on his face before he kisses you again. His tongue is exploring your mouth as he thrusts into you sharply, and you gasp into his mouth, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at how full you are. He breaks the kiss to sit up and look down at where he’s entering you, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sight.

You realize what he’s doing, sitting up on your elbows to look with him, and that alone makes you clench tighter around him. “Aaron, yeah, just like that.”

His gaze flicks between the two of your bodies slapping together and your eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yes, you’re perfect, perfect for me, perfect inside me. Always feel so good, always so deep.” You reach up to loop your arms around his neck, pulling him back on top of you. You love the feeling of being surrounded by him while he’s inside of you, intoxicated by everything that is him.

“Marry me.”

While your brain short circuits from his question, your body doesn’t, hips still pistoling up to chase your release. You think you’ve misheard him. “What?”

“Marry me. Please. God, Y/n.” His fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your hands up over your head and pinning you down.

“Marry you?” Your face screws up in confusion but you don’t stop tilting your hips up to meet his, your body chasing its release even when your brain is still processing. His hips don’t stop either, his mouth nipping and sucking at your neck in a way that makes it hard to think about anything but the delicious feeling of him inside of you.

“Marry me, please, please.” He mumbles against your neck before leaning back to look directly into your eyes. He’s finally stilled, no longer pumping inside you as he awaits your answer.

“Yes, okay, yes, absolutely, just keep going, Aaron, please.”

“Whatever you want, I love you.”

“I love you too, harder please.” You plead with him, desperation leaking into your voice.

He moans, low and guttural, as he begins to rock against you again. He’s deep, hitting that spot within you with every thrust and all you can do is lay back and take it, your breathing shallow and frantic. Your hands run over every inch of him, legs wrapping around his back to keep him as close as possible.

“Fuck, Aaron, baby.” You murmur breathlessly, your hands on his hips to encourage him to go faster and harder. You’re so close, just on the precipice of your orgasm and you can tell he’s right there with you by the redness of his chest and his shallow breathing.

“That’s my girl, take it my love, my wife.” He murmurs into your ear, voice husky and strained.

His wife. Those words push you over the edge, and you spiral into a long hard orgasm, moaning continuously as you clench around him. Your release triggers his, and he pumps into you a handful of times before filling you up completely. You pull him close, not caring how sweaty and tired you are, or how his weight makes it harder to breathe. You need him as close as possible. You lay like that for a while, his face nestled into the crook of your neck, his cock still inside you and you feel complete. You’re getting married.

“Oh my god.” You whisper, mostly to yourself.

“What, what’s wrong?” He looks at you, concern etched into his perfect face.

You shake your head, breaking eye contact as your face warms. “You’re my fiancé.”

“And soon to be husband.” He rubs his nose against yours, leaning in for a sweet smooch.

The two of you have cleaned up and are curled up on the couch, fireplace raging and ready to choose a movie when you look over at him.

“Did you plan to propose?”

“It was a possibility. I knew you’d be a little put out with me for the surprise of vacation, so I wasn’t sure if now was the best time.”

“Anytime is the perfect time with you, Aaron.”

“I want to marry you immediately.” He kisses you again, he’s having a hard time keeping his hands off of you. “Is there a courthouse near?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am, I want to marry you immediately too. I fucked up once and we almost didn’t get this. Let’s do it, let’s elope.”

“But your family, and Macey,” You begin, but he interrupts you with yet another kiss. You can’t complain, if you’re going to be interrupted it might as well be by the lips of your extremely handsome fiancé.

“Will understand. This is about you and me.”

“Okay, yes, let’s elope.” The words are hardly out of your mouth before he’s pinned you down on the couch and started to kiss down your body once more.

_____

You’re smoothing your hair back in the mirror when the door behind you opens. Your eyes look to the door in the mirror to see Aaron looking absolutely handsome in a crisp white button down and grey slacks that fit him perfectly.

“Aaron,” you scold, “we aren’t supposed to see each other before the ceremony.”

He closes the door behind him, keeping one of his hands behind his back. “Nothing else is conventional but I can’t see you beforehand?”

“I bought this dress without you for a reason.” You look back in the mirror at your frame. There was a small bridal shop in town with a very limited selection, but you found something that was your style and size on the sale rack as if eloping in this middle of nowhere town was exactly what was supposed to happen all along. With the peace that sits in your heart, you believe that’s true.

He shakes his head, waving away your concern with his free hand. “I was gonna see it anyway. Do you want what I brought you?”

“Perhaps.” You say begrudgingly.

He brings what he’s hiding from behind his back; its a coffee cup and you look up at him in confusion. “You can’t get married before you have your tea.”

Your eyes are filled with tears and you look up at the ceiling in an attempt to keep them from falling since your makeup is already done. Blowing out a breath, you frown, desperate to keep it together. “Oh, god, I can’t believe I get to marry you.”

“Believe it baby.” He wipes away a rogue tear that’s fallen before holding the cup to your mouth, helping you take a few sips.

Chai, and Aaron, and marriage.

The wedding is short, its just the two of you and the officiant. Even though your family and friends aren’t there, it feels like fate as you stare into his eyes, hands clasped together. Both of you are teary eyed, voices shaking when you repeat your vows and the kiss you share is possibly the softest and sweetest kiss known to man. When the two of you walk out hand and hand it feels like an entirely different world you’re stepping into. Your phone rings and you’re giddy to pick it up, giddy to share the news with whoever’s calling you.

You pick up, putting her on speaker phone. “Hey Mace!”

“Hey, I heard it snowed so how’s the winterland getaway?”

“Its amazing. Are you sitting down?”

“Yes, why?”

“I’m a Hotchner.”

There’s some kind of noise on the other end of the phone and you think she’s dropped the phone. She’s more out of breath when she answers. “You’re a what?”

“She’s a Hotchner! We gotta go Mace, I have to make my wife dinner!”

“When I get home I’m killing both of you.”

You can’t be bothered to care. “Can’t wait, bye Mace, I love you!”

The grin that spreads across your face makes your cheeks hurt, and you would feel silly if Aaron wasn’t grinning back at you just as wide. Once you make it down the stairs he picks you up, twirling you in his arms before pressing his lips to yours. “I love you, wife.”

“I love you too, husband.”

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[olderpeople-supremacy]

A part two to this request

Title- The daughter of a Petrova and Mikaelson

Pairing - Katherine Pierce x Daughter!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson

Warnings - Fluff, Elijah being overly protective father, Katherine going to commit murder, violence

Katherine was angry hearing what happened to you and had kidnapped Jeremy who woke up groaning seeing the vampire stand with a smirk on her face holding a knife. Jeremy noted his arm was bleeding quite heavily then looked at the vampire.

"So I heard your sister had tortured my little princess. And I am royalty pissed off." Katherine said lowly as Jeremy search his memories trying to understand what she was talking about. The sounds of foot steps reached their ears.

"Katerina." Elijah's low baritone voice reached them as Katherine sighed looking at Elijah with a bored look on her face. Jeremy froze as realization hit him on who Katherine was talking about.

"Hello Elijah."

"What are you doing?"

"Drawing out Elena. I thought we could talk about how she hurt our angel." Katherine tells Elijah as the Original looked at Jeremy with a dark glint then looked at Katherine feeling her hand on his arm.

"How.....how is she?"

"Much like her mother....she is a survivor. Y/N is with Kol and Rebekah.....she asked about you." Elijah said watching the vampire smile softly as when you were younger always asking Elijah why you couldn't see your mother more.

"I'll stop by to see her after I talk to Elena." Katherine said looking at Jeremy as it happen in a blur making Elijah growled when Katherine was held by the thoat against a tree by Damon.

"Hanging around Elijah? Hoping to leech off him too?" Damon said pulling a low growl from Elijah while Katherine glared darkly and with a slam Damon found hisself on the ground. Katherine dug her heel into his back as Stefan came running out surprised along with Elena.

"Elijah shall we show them why they shouldn't have hurt our little princess."

"We shall."

You sat drawing in your grimoire a stem of lavender as you were working out a few spells when you heard your father walking to to your room. You looked up ready to say something when you saw your mother standing next to Elijah.

"Mama!" You shouted hugging Katherine making her smile hugging you back as Elijah watched with a smile. You pulled Katherine into your bedroom showing her your grimoire.

"She is comfortable knowing Nik is near."

"Niklaus won't kill Katherine if he doesn't want Y/N to hate him." Elijah informed Rebekah with chuckle as they both watched Katherine smiled at you looking quite proud of you.

"Ah yes. The last thing Nik would want is to be an disappointment to Y/N."

"Of course. I would give my niece a Kingdom if she so desires." Klaus says smirking getting his siblings attention while he watched you with your mother. They had never seen you so happy than with Katherine then again you rarely got to see your mother.

"Are you staying mama?"

"Of course angel. I don't think your dad is going to let me leave." Katherine says brushing your hair from your face taking in just how much of the Mikaelson genes passed onto you. Katherine knew she hadn't always been a good mother but when Rebekah called her to tell her what happened, the vampire wasn't going to allow them to live.

"So any boys caught my little angel's attention?" Katherine asked you watching your face flush nodding shyly. You scooted closer to her flush getting worst as the only other person that knew about your boyfriend was Rebekah.

"His name is Kai Parker, a siphoner from the Gemini coven. Don't tell dad."

"Don't worry, I won't. Tell me more about him." Katherine said chuckling as you brighten telling your mother all about Kai. While out in the hall Elijah looked like he was going to have a heart attack as Rebekah and Klaus were laughing at the look on his face.

"I need to go find this boy." Elijah said lowly turning leaving as his siblings laughed calling out for him following after. You and Katherine sat talking all night unware of what was happening and that you'll be inducing your boyfriend to your father soon.

[olderpeople-supremacy]

fucks sake